Pretty boy

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A bar. A group of different beauties of waitresses and a bunch of drunk guys. The by far most graceful one out of the pretty girls shoves herself through the closely arranged tables and dissapeares in the back. A few minutes later she comes back, now wearing a small apron that only covers as much as her black mini skirt does. She almost dances towards the bar where she takes her usual spot behind the counter and starts letting her gaze wander around the room. 

She notices him almost instantly. A young man, admittedly handsome, with dark features and cheekbones so sharp, you could cut yourself slapping them. He wears all black, just like her client had described him. But she needs to be sure. She takes out the small gadget disguised as a pocket mirror and lets the face recognising software run over his visage, comparing it to a picture her client had sent. 

He looks up and she realises what made him stand out in the first place. He is alert while "TOXIC" usually was the place where people let their guards down. He would be a tough one, but nothing she hadn't mastered yet. 

He walks towards the counter and in the dimmed light his silouette makes him look like death himself. 

Well, she thinks, if you are death, let's play. But watch out, we will be playing my way. 

She slips her mask on, plastering a slightly seductive smile on her face. 

"Good day, Sir. Welcome in "TOXIC", how may I help you?" She asks in a velvet voice. 

"One" Raspberry Rush" and your number, please," He flashes her a conceited grin. 

"One "Raspberry Rush", coming right up. We will bring it to your table," She smiles sweetly as she focuses her gaze on behind the counter, searching for the ingredients for a standard "Raspberry Rush" cocktail. 

It was, if you look at it that way, what had made "TOXIC" so famous.

She takes her silver shaker and places it on the black glass of the bar. First she adds a bit of iodine, mixing it with a lot of sugar to cover the taste. Then she grabs the well disguised bottle of cyanide and lets a few drops fall into the shaker, followed by sodium nitrate and a small dosis of marijuana blended with some alcohol and a good amount of raspberry flavoured liquor. 

She shakes it in the shaker and when she is sure that it has been strirred enough, she fills the cocktail into a tall, cooled cocktail glass. She decorates it with a small colourful parasol, a lot of ice cubes and a few raspberrys. 

She elegantly struts over to the man's table where she places the drink in front of him, straws facing towards his pretty face. 

"One Raspberry Rush" ", She says. 

"I believe that was not all I ordered," He smirks. 

"Cut the crap, pretty boy, you know this is not that kind of pub," She says, her voice as soft as before he now notices that it is nothing like sweetness or sexiness, it was something that reminds him of a panther. Well, he is always up for a challenge. 

He takes a long sip of his cocktail, his eyes focused on the darkly clothed waitress. Her low cut wine red long sleeve shirt emphasises her slim, cat like figure and her mini skirt shows off her long legs. 

He smiles. The bar deserves its reputation. If all bars in New York had staff and extraordinarily tasty drinks like this one, he would definitely spend a lot less time in his loft. 

She spins around on her black high heels and walks away, into a room he hasn't noticed yet. He doesn't know whether it is the drink or the aura of the girl, but after he takes another sip of his "Raspberry Rush" he follows her. 

She waits for him, her back facing the door. If he doesn't come in the next ten seconds he would cause trouble for her, out in public. But of course he comes, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. He pushes her against the wall and forces his lips onto hers. 

At least he dies doing something he loves, she thought, although that is not what he deserves, according to my client. 

"Bye, pretty boy," She breathes as she pushes his limp body off her and onto the floor. 

As she closes the door behind her, she licks the small bit of the cocktail off her lips, savouring the fruity taste, and spits it into the nearest sink. 

Another successful evening in "TOXIC". 



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